Interesting how we know a bird has been someplace, anyplace…all by the evidence of the shit they drop. Now, some people (most people) hate bird shit, but not me. I love bird shit, I love a lot, in fact (get used to my shitty way of torturing the written word format) I know the insides and out of any form of love and let me tell you what, Love and love is/are great, AND and and a-n-d…they suck, much like bird shit.

My nickname is bigbird, my name is Robin, my name means nothing as I truly am a monster, a monster unlike you’ve never seen before.

What you will read here will be strange, offensive to many if not all, it is real, true, it is the mirror reflection of what i am, what I show the world, this shitty world.

Sometimes what you read will make this writer seem insane or stupid or genius or whatever, and that will be because of who YOU are. It does not matter only that i and I get this shit out of my head.

Now, I and i am no stranger to writing. I’ve written books no one will read, poetry that some have waded through, short stories here and there, even had a website, but that is all history. This is what is to be written now, this experiment of your world, your life, your will…You and you and you and even that shithead picking his balls over in Israel. This blog is all about you as monsters have nothing inside but ice.

Some basic outlines for what you will read in the following days/centuries/lifetimes… 1. Poetry 2. Stories 3. Ramblings 4. Pictures

Strong words of profanity will be used as they are real emotions captured and meant to be used by those who truly know how to use them, not abuse them like so many of you abuse fucking and love. The way ‘proper’ use of the English language will be abused to the point of breaking.

The pictures you will see here will be taken by my horrible skills of holding a camera or drawn by hands of a Monster.

If you enjoy what is here, great, if not, great.

Hold your life in your hands, make your Life what you can truly make it be,

and so,

the experiment continues…